Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.